The doors and windows of the heart are open
for love to fly freely,
spiralling through a lazy Sunday afternoon sky and
catching air currents to ride effortlessly through open space.
The doors and windows of the heart are open
for love to cartwheel on dew-laden grass and
roll down hillocky and bumpy fields and
land in a breathless, giggling heap at the bottom.
The doors and windows of the heart are open
for love to dance barefoot and carefree
into welcoming arms and a tender embrace.
The doors and windows of the heart are open
for love to tangle her hair and catch her clothes
on a thrilling ride through dark and dense forests
full of knotty roots and clasping brambles and
emerge into the sunshine with a racing pulse and pumping blood.
The doors and windows of the heart are open
for love to touch your outstretched fingertips and
know you are less than a skip away.
The doors and windows of the heart are open
for love to be herself,
to be heartful and compassionate,
to be truthful and trusting,
to be loving and to be loved.
The doors and windows of the heart are open
for love to meet you at the edge of daring and
to jump together into the unknown abyss
without caring if or where our feet will land.
© 24 Sep 13
